Robert Silliman Hillyer - "The rising deluges of circumstance" lyrics

The rising deluges of circumstance Have flooded all the gardens of my dreams, No more the inner sun of gladness gleams Upon pale flowers of a lover's trance. Dear Love, I know not why this torrent seems To drown in turbid billowings of chance The blossoms of thy visioned countenance, Soiling my richest thoughts with earthy streams. The river of the world is ever strong, I would that I could leave this doubtful shore, And yet I linger, hoping that ere long The swirling tide will crush my dreams no more. And if my gardens ever bloom again, How fair will be thy perfect blossom then!